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When single mom Emma Fairchild awakens in a Chicago hospital, she is
stunned to discover her newborn baby is missing. Then she is presented
with the outlandish possibility that the stork panicked in the delivery
room and delivered Emma’s bundle of joy to the wrong century! Receiving a
bizarre “ticket through time,” Emma tears it up and immediately starts
spinning back in time herself!

Meanwhile back in Victorian London, notorious rogue Matthew
Weymouth, Earl of Worthing, is trying his best to seduce his reluctant
mistress when the two encounter an abandoned baby on the stoop of
Matthew’s townhouse. Even as Matthew’s outraged paramour slaps his face
and storms off, a gust of wind sweeps over him. Suddenly he is
confronted by a beautiful young woman in outlandish clothing who accuses
him of stealing her baby.

Even as mother and baby are joyously reunited, sparks fly and
romantic complications abound between Emma and Matthew. Emma must come
to terms with her amazing journey through time and discover why she and
her infant were “delivered” to sexy Matthew Weymouth’s stoop. Matthew
feels enchanted by mother and child, and is tempted to give up his
rakehell ways. Will Emma find her soulmate here in Dickensonian
London—as well as a father for a precious baby who so desperately needs
one?

TIMESWEPT BABY is Eugenia Riley at her best: touching romance,
humor, time-travel, and a cast of unforgettable characters! The novella
contains approximately 31,500 words or 150 text pages.

Excerpt:

What’s a single mom to do when she
wakes up at the hospital only to find her newborn baby is missing?
She receives a letter from Heaven, that’s what.

Quickly Emma
opened the envelope, scanning the strange though official-looking
letterhead that read, "Dispatcher of New Souls - Heaven."

She blinked in
perplexity. This was nuts. Nonetheless, she quickly read the body of
the letter:

My dear Mrs.
Fairchild:

I am writing,
with regret, to inform you that a most lamentable incident has
occurred with respect to your newborn child, dispatched to you
yesterday at 7:05 p.m. It seems we should have entrusted your baby to
more reliable hands. Unfortunately, Ralph the Stork is in his dotage,
and after he arrived at the hospital, he became quite confused at the
resulting chaos in the delivery room.

By now, you're
surely wondering what must have happened to your infant. I fear
there's no delicate way to put this. Given the tumult among the
hospital staff when Ralph appeared, the poor, befuddled bird panicked
utterly and flew out of the hospital with your little bundle of joy.
Ralph promptly took a tragic wrong turn in time. I'm afraid he
mistakenly delivered your child to the stoop of a rogue, a most
disreputable fellow, who resides in Victorian England.

We apologize
for the mistake and any resulting inconvenience it may have caused
you, and trust this matter shall shortly be rectified. Enclosed
please find one "Ticket Through Time," and best of luck in
reclaiming your lost child.

Sincerely,

I.M. Bearing

Dispatcher of
New Souls

Enclosure

Emma finished the
letter, only to shake her head in stupefaction. This must be a
joke. She wasn't in a hospital but in some sort of lunatic asylum. It
was totally deranged to expect her to believe that, not only had a
stork delivered her baby, it had delivered it to the wrong
century.

But even as Emma
refolded the bizarre letter, a small card fell out. She stared
flabbergasted at the elegant writing which read, "Ticket Through
Time." The ticket was divided down the center by a dotted line,
with smaller print on one side. She turned the card sideways,
squinted, and carefully read, "Tear here and hold onto your
stomach."

Emma was stunned.
This was ridiculous! Had she not been ready to cry, she would have
laughed out loud. Where was her baby, and why wouldn't anyone tell
her anything, much less, help her? And what was the meaning of this
nutty letter?

Again she stared
at the ticket. "Tear here and hold onto your stomach."
What harm could it do to tear up the ticket? Afterward, she would rip
the silly letter into a thousand shreds, as well.

Gingerly Emma got
out of bed, stepping into her slippers. She held up the ticket and
shook her head. "Here goes nothing," she muttered.

Emma tore the
ticket straight down the dotted line. Then, to her horror, she began
to spin . . .

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